The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Ron finally received a letter from his family at the weekend, and Jasmine told him that Arthur had been suspended, and a newcomer had come to the Forbidden Objects Department to take his place.

"Mom said it's going to stop for a month," Ron said bitterly. "We're all going to save money this month."

Harry wanted to help him, but knew Ron would not accept his money.Hermione clearly felt what he felt, and the two secretly exchanged helpless glances.

The Weasley twins comforted Ron in the common room.

"We told you, brother—" said George or Fred.

"Invest in our prank shop—" another continued.

"So you don't have to depend on Dad's salary—"

"And Mom's reprimand—"

Together they said: "We'll still be able to buy the newest broom care kit this month!"

"Thank you! You have really comforted your little brother!" Ron shouted back, just trying to shut them up.

The Weasley twins grinned and high-fived each other.

Harry sighed helplessly, trying to focus on his Herbology homework.

Hermione, who was sitting across from her, finished her homework early and was doing extra exercises for the OWLs exam.

Ron, annoyed by the twins, came to join them.

"I really hope that the fangs of Sawheartleaf can help us kill those Death Eaters." Ron glanced at the homework topic and complained in despair.

Hermione rolled his eyes at him: "If you don't figure out the steps of picking nectar tonight, it will bite you to death in class tomorrow."

"Honestly, even if I remember it now," Harry said while doing his homework, "I'm afraid I'll still get bitten. My pot is very vindictive."

He made the other two laugh.

"That tooth mark on your hand is cute, isn't it?" Hermione laughed.

It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes: "The only thing it's better than this one on my head is that it's not so conspicuous, otherwise Malfoy's scum wouldn't know what new nicknames they would give me."

The two friends gloated for a while, and Ron suddenly said strangely: "Speaking of which, have you noticed? Malfoy hasn't provoked us very much recently."

Hermione glanced at him, and Ron immediately raised his hand to clarify: "I didn't mean to be provoked by him. It's just... something was wrong. He was eerily quiet. He didn't even pick on us in Potions class."

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, lost in thought.

"I guess," Ron lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "the Malfoy family must be Death Eaters, and his current state may be affected by his family... I mean, old Malfoy may have been taught by the mysterious person gone."

Hermione was startled: "How do you know?"

Ron shrugged: "I guess. Otherwise, what troubles would Death Eaters have?"

Hermione rolled her eyes impatiently.But her expression quickly became serious, obviously thinking about Ron's guess.

"The recent "Daily Prophet" is also very strange." Hermione frowned and said slowly, "Actually, I'm not sure. It's just that there have been few reports of violent crimes recently. You know, some time ago, there were murders almost every day. "

Harry added: "All this time... I haven't had a dream about Voldemort."

Ron and Hermione were stunned by the name and were momentarily speechless.

Hermione took a deep breath and calmed down: "But I think the reduction of these reports may also be Fudge's means—he doesn't want people to associate with the mysterious man."

Harry had to agree, even though it didn't explain his dream.

Ron said, "It's a good thing you don't dream about him doing anything bad, anyway, isn't it?"

"Although that doesn't mean he didn't do it." He added resentfully.

Harry smiled, "You're right."

"I think Dumbledore knows what You-Know-Who is planning," Hermione said finally. "He looks busy, and I guess he's deploying countermeasures."

"He doesn't show up much at school anymore," Harry agreed with a bit of pantothenic acid.

The discussion came to an end, and Ron picked up his pen: "I think we have to write quickly, Harry. It's already eleven o'clock, and Hermione said she wouldn't copy for us."

Hermione smiled approvingly and nodded firmly, "That's right. You guys have to work harder." She yawned, picked up her book and stood up, "I'm going to bed first."

Both Harry and Ron cast accusing glances at her.

In the following time, Harry, like all students, was subject to Umbridge's strict teaching order supervision, and the latest education order did not even allow them to talk between classes.All the boys in Harry's dorm were complaining, and according to Hermione, the girls too.

Cho often met him in the corridors, but Harry was always the first to avoid her gaze and minimize contact with her.

He gradually understood his feelings, and since that kiss, he has never been able to forget Roald who met once.Whether it was love or not, he had already gotten rid of his feelings for Qiu.

Walking on the road from Hogsmeade to Muggle London again, Harry's mood gradually brightened.He couldn't help imagining Roald's eyes when he heard his answer, would there be fire in those eyes?Harry remembered that they were always somewhat brooding, though that made his temperament all the more attractive.But he imagined how beautiful they would be when they shone.

The waiters at the Moen Bar still had some impressions of Harry, and those in their line of work who didn't have the ability to recognize people would suffer a lot.He immediately went up to greet Harry, who was smiling a little silly.

"Welcome, handsome boy, you are here again!"

Harry was a little surprised: "Do you remember me?"

The waiter said complacently: "It's more than that. Someone was waiting in the private room last time. I guess it was you?"

Harry's eyes lit up, and he walked in along the route he remembered.The waiter followed behind, teasingly said: "That handsome guy booked the private room half a month ago. Seriously, am I your matchmaker?"

Harry was a little embarrassed: "Don't say that. We're friends."

The light in the private room was still dim, but Harry saw the familiar tall and straight figure at a glance.He restrained himself from showing a smirk, and walked in calmly.

"Harry."

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, the corners of Harry's mouth raised slightly uncontrollably.He felt his throat tighten, "Hi."

The voice was not as calm as the other party's.Harry took the empty seat across from him, feeling a little disgusted with himself.

The waiter secretly observed the expressions of the two, and thoughtfully put the menu in front of them.

"Whisky." Voldemort tapped the menu with his finger, and glanced up at Harry, "Two glasses?"

The latter shook his head like a rattle and said harshly, "Beer!"

A predictable smile floated on Voldemort's lips, and he handed the menu to the waiter, "Add two more slices of cheesecake. You should eat more."

The latter sentence was addressed to Harry.

After the waiter left, Harry felt a little restless.If Roald didn't speak up, it would be difficult for him to bring up the topic of communication.

Roald was looking at him, but Harry couldn't meet his eyes, his cheeks were burning with inexplicable embarrassment.

Voldemort observed Harry's embarrassment, thought for a while, and decided to proceed step by step.

"I remember you were a student, Harry." He started the conversation on a gentle subject.

Harry was finally able to meet his eyes, and smiled a little awkwardly: "Yeah."

"Are you nervous about studying recently?"

Harry didn't expect to be asked such a question, and relaxed, "Endless homework and papers, same old."

"Sounds busy," said Voldemort. "How are you doing?"

Harry shrugged: "It's okay. Except for some subjects... There is a new teacher who doesn't like me this year," he said halfway, thinking of Snape. "Of course, I used to. I'm used to it."

Voldemort curled up one lip: "There are always unpleasant teachers, aren't there?"

Harry agreed emphatically. "Have you encountered it too?"

"Of course. He didn't like me until many years after I graduated." Voldemort sneered. "Absolutely stubborn."

Harry sympathized with him: "He may have misunderstood you."

Voldemort was genuinely amused by him.Seriously, the Savior felt Dumbledore had misunderstood him?

Harry simply felt that he had comforted him, and couldn't help smiling at him happily.That bright smile actually dispelled the absurdity of the matter itself, and Voldemort's smile shrank slightly, becoming a little silent.

His smile was surprisingly genuine at this moment, and Harry watched it without moving, caught in its charm.

"Roald," he blurted out, wanting to attract the attention of the smiling owner, and unconsciously confided, "I don't know your full name yet."

Voldemort secretly studied his expression, there was neither embarrassment and shyness, nor doubt and inquiry, honest and innocent, just like the most fundamental origin of a problem.

This kind of simple conversation has left his life for a long time.He accidentally gave up the pseudonym he had already woven, "Tom Roald." He frowned reflexively after speaking, he didn't like the common real name he said.

Harry's smile became more genuine, a question twirling on the tip of his tongue, hesitating whether to ask it or not.

"Well... Roald is your surname." He laid the groundwork carefully, "You call me Harry..."

Voldemort watched him quietly, and offered, "You can call me Tom."

Harry thought he was downright considerate. "Tom." The smile was bright and clean, exuding the unique vitality and youthfulness of teenagers.

The atmosphere was getting better, and the drinks and pastries they ordered were also served.

"Please take your time." The waiter cast an inconspicuous glance at Voldemort, and left quickly.

They picked up the delicate tableware to enjoy dessert, and Harry found that the taste of this cheese shop was unusually delicious, so he forgot the conversation for a moment and concentrated on tasting the cake.

"The pub's signature dessert. Want another?" Voldemort asked.

Harry just noticed that the cake on his plate was barely moving.I'm a little embarrassed. "No, no need." He thought it must be expensive, and he didn't have much Muggle currency. "Today... well, we didn't come here to eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry was a little flustered. He wanted to wait for the other party to mention it on his own initiative, but he didn't expect to say it in passing... Sigh, will he seem too anxious?What should Tom do if he is scared by him?

Voldemort noticed Harry's micro-expression. He was a master at reading words and emotions from a very young age. Although he hadn't used this skill well for many years, he could easily see Harry's fear when he wanted it.

He pondered slightly, and said with some consideration: "Harry, I can understand, as a student who likes girls, suddenly being panicked by a mature same-sex confession..."

"No!" Harry couldn't help snapping.But immediately regretted it.He was going to keep it in suspense!It would be a pity if Roald guessed it in advance.

"I mean, it's not a big deal..." he remedied.

Seeing Roald's eyes sinking, Harry's heart skipped a beat, no, that's not what he meant...he wailed in his heart.

"Really?" said Voldemort softly. "It's actually quite unusual for me."

It easily caught Harry's attention.

"I don't like men." He paused, his eyes resting on Harry, and added, "Even boys."

Harry looked at him in surprise, forgetting his embarrassment.

"I didn't know I was interested in the same sex until I kissed you."

He said.

The author has something to say:

The dark devil who is worried about the savior's studies...

The last sentence is actually true.It's just the tone and atmosphere of the speech that makes it particularly demagogic.Old V (formerly) usual trick.

Can't help complaining, after all, it's an eighty-year-old lady (Hepp Baz) and a little lolita (Ginny) who is 11 years old. No……

In short, it is impossible for this kind of master to win the hearts of these powerful women just by rhetoric, (the record also includes Ravenclaw's daughter (she is still a ghost!!) and the young Jin who won the trust without even showing her face Ni) Don't say anything else, Lao Fu, who else can you give me the title of No. [-] brother in the seduction world?None other than you!Leverage!No sugar!